I have no idea what kind of face this is... It looks like I'm high or something. I should just go back to grimacing at the cameralady.
I often ponder the number of seconds that it slows my mom down to actually take off her jacket and tie it around her waist in a race. I mean, sure, if it's a 10k or 10 miles or something, I can understand getting too hot and needing to take off your jacket, but its like 30 minutes. You can't endure being too hot for 30 minutes? She could totally shave about 5 seconds off her time.
run, rest, eat, bitch, buy things, cross-train, blog, repeat.
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